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I alternate between burying myself in work, slacking off from work, punching the heavy bag in the garage and going somewhere "everybody knows my name".
Of course, Conway is in a dry county so that place is the corner coffee shop. I guess I jitter in my sorrows instead of wallowing in them.
My least favorite would be booze. I may feel better if I go drinking with sympathetic friends, but it's really the sympathetic friends that help, the booze just makes us whiny.
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